213-DU WERDEST EINE KRANKENSCHWESTER BRAUCHEN

I Want To Set The Record Straight, I Thought The Cop Was A Prostitute

So tonight was a gun in my mouth kind of night. Why can't customers understand that as a parcel pickup person I really have no control over what the store does and how many people are working. I mean I'm about the lowest rung on the ladder here people, what can I possibly do? And it's also annoying that I was yelled at because I tried to help out my coworker who was first taking the brunt of it. So I guess no good deed goes unpunished.

Seriously, my soul was crushed into nothing tonight. I'm not even angry now, I'm just tired and such. And any moment I'm not angry there is clearly something wrong in the the universe. I mean it's like if the laws of physics just stopped for a while, it doesn't make sense.

Circles, She Was Spinning Me Around In Circles...Again.

Man, I'm bitter these days. Even more so then usual, and considering the fact that's it me that's pretty extreme.

For The Love Of God, And All That Is Holy, My Anus Is BLEEDING!

Well, I had a good day today. Not sure if I really deserve that, but I had a good day nonetheless.

And realized something important, something that could change the world, forever.....

Well not really, but it was important to me at least.

In any case, having had a good day I wait for shit to rain down on my metaphorical parade. Unless somebody out there is planning me a real parade. In that case, I really hope that shit does not rain down upon it, because, man, that would be weird. I mean rain, snow or hail I could accept, but shit? Damn.

So the moral of the story is, I love too much!

I am so glad nobody was around to see that.

A Pedifile And A Little Girl Are Walking Through The Woods. Little Girl Say "I Sure Am Scared To Be Walking Through These Dark Woods." Pedifile Says "Me Too, And I Have To Walk Back Alone"

So something finally hit me while I was trying to write this stupid paper on why I hate school so much, it bores me. Seems like a simple conclusion really but it has taken me the better part of two decades to really realize it so humour me.

What do I like? Video games, sports, ect.

Why? They interest me.

At school what do we get? Boring textbooks written by boring people that we have to read, memorize and write essays on. How could I possibly enjoy it? The people who write school books are about as much fun to read as a Strong Sad autobiography. So how the hell could I enjoy it?

Obviously this is one reason I hate studying, it involves reading these snooze fests. And I hate writing essays because they basically force me to try and write like these dull as dirt scholars. I don't want to do that, I want to write sarcastially, cynically and with humour which are things that would only get me punished most of the time. So that's why I hate school, it bores me and forces me to try and be somebody I'm never going to be.

Off topic, my back hurts. I wish I hadn't broken the chair. Ah well back to the essay.

I'll Show You A Finger

So it is now offcially that day that I loath above all others, Valentines day. Unlike some people though, it's not out of some misguided hatred for the commercialness of it all because you can really make that argument about any holiday. Everybody determines how much they buy into the commerciallity of any given holiday so you they have only themselves to blame.

No my reason for hating this day is that it is the one day that best encaptulates one the many, many character flaws I have, my complete and abject failure with women. This day of love only really envokes feelings of annoyance and rage and having now spent three of them in a row alone it's only getting worse.

I'll bet I could get a woman, but the only ones I know and have interest in seem to have boyfriends. If only I had fewer morals, then I could work to break these people up when the relationship is weak and slowly poison it when it is strong. It's not like I have many morals, quite the opposite exactly, yet I can never seem to overcome this irritating one. And it's especially bad because many of these girls spend a lot of time complaining about their crappy boyfriends, yet I find myself unable to capitalize on it.

So instead of having fun with a nice young lady, I will spend my day working on a paper I should probably have worked on more by now, studying for a midterm I should have studied for more by now and writing a midterm that I've barely studied at all for.

Fuckin eh.

Bah?

So last night I was drunk for the first time in over a month. Here are some of the things I apperently did:

Broke a chair.

Vomitted horribly in my room, why I never seem to manage to make it to toilet I really don't know.

Woke up with all kind of weird shit on the computer.

Started a new Blog.


So anyway, it was not a good time. But it had been over a month since I was drunk which is pretty good, at least for me. Now I can try for over 2 months, or maybe longer. Which of course means I can't get drunk on Valentines day as I wanted to, but oh well. Them's the breaks.

There's A Thin Line Between Love And Hate


Somehow, I think I've always believed that. Everybody decidedes their own path. Nobody can have things forced apon them, as any animal can

I Will Hope, My Soul Will Fly

Ahhh, there is always some sort of conecction associated with Feb 14th. If it's luck or happinstance I know not but there does seem to be something that make the day a bit dufferent

And yet, for all of you. The 14th is a day for contemplation, for meditation ect ect. Yet not the whole love thing.



So here it is, and am I bleeding. For some reason






















Valentines day the 14th. I think I'm boy cotting it for numerous reasons. You're all wlecome to join me. So there it stand's, Join the hate, feel it in your's veins. I hate it all long! If not then try and accept the whole up ons

Why?


Because I'm the biggest idiot ever, that's why.

Time To Commit My Daily Genocide

For anybody who ever wondered, accidently hitting yourself in the face with a sword fucking sucks.

Shut Up And Get Paralyzed

Ugggugg. My entire body hurts from a combination of 6 hours of training, 5 of work, 3 of dancing and 1 of wandering around North End Halifax with little idea as to where the hell I was going. Had I been drinking, I would be dead in a snow bank somewhere.


Mmmmmmm, death.